Hiccup and the dragon riders had journeyed far beyond the familiar seas, searching for a place where dragons could live free and safe from hunters and war. One morning, Toothless suddenly veered sharply toward a hidden island wrapped in mist and silence.

As they landed, the group was struck by the island’s calm beauty. Lush greenery stretched in every direction, soft petals carpeted the ground, and gentle breezes carried the scent of blooming flowers. Dragons lounged lazily among the trees, some chasing each other playfully, their joyful roars blending with the hum of nature.

Drawn deeper into the island’s heart, Hiccup’s eyes fell upon a vast patch of rose beds—thick bushes heavy with vibrant blossoms, their colors vivid against the green. There, lying peacefully in the blooms, was the Light Fury. Her silver-white scales shimmered faintly in the dappled sunlight.

And beside her, reclining comfortably, was you.

You lay close to the Light Fury, sharing a quiet moment of rest. Your presence seemed to soothe the dragon further, the two of you connected by a bond deeper than words. Around you, the roses swayed gently, as if guarding your secret refuge.

Hiccup smiled softly, feeling the weight of hope settle over him. Here was a sanctuary—a place where dragons and riders could heal, play, and simply be.

Toothless nudged Hiccup gently, as if urging him to stay and cherish this newfound peace.

For a while, all was still but for the whispered song of the island and the quiet breath of the Light Fury and her rider, wrapped in the calm embrace of the rose beds.